route and working way choice
is it, if a route gets us nervous and we always find excuses to
postpone or justifications, that is not our route.
The route that belongs to us gives us a kind of madness or enjoy
that goes with us and is, finally, as a drug or a protection that
intercepts suffering or barriers that others see, as insuperable,
in our life.
I paint, when I create, the most important thing is having a lot
of liberty, mental especially, I should say that mental emptiness
capacity is the starting interior condition.
work is an order that born from chaos and is like a miracle, a feast.
this cause, always according to my opinion, the best thing is working
in a studio independent from the apartment where I live, or, at
least, in a place or space whether to be able to dirty, to try,
to mix and to accumulate ideas, histories, apparently useless objects.
studio of the unmistakable and great Francis Bacon –some years
after his death, in 2001- was moved from London and installed in
an open to the public Dublin gallery. Inside there were found 7.500
objects among photos, cut from magazines and books, empty bottles,
left undone canvasses, jars of painting, newspapers on the floor
and layers of painting overlapped on the walls: all a mess moved
and re-installed as it was as an ancient fresco painting. Also in
my case, we say that the apartment where I live is much more squared
up than the place where I work.
another key condition is having time.
to the decision, several times, to cancel working meetings and other
plans explaining that I was sick, as example, only to finish a poem
that waked up with a morning, without “it” informed
to Gladys Sica by Edith Checa published on spanish magazine “Jirones
expressionism she received the human
figure tormented introspective excavation and the strokes and chromatic
range crude simplification; from informal
painting, on the contrary, she derives the pulsating and
of the extensions and the violence of timbre contrasts.
The iconography is scanty: the man and/or the woman placed in one
habitat or in one indoor location, the landscape, crossed through
a kind of storm of antinomy motions: reflexes of so many vicissitudes
that are agitated in the modern man tormented soul.
pictured characters remain bound to locations like astonished figures
of afflicted and emaciated human condition, in certain cases they
appear to us similar to tragic statues between the cliffs or the
domestic walls: in a existential stall of calcified sorrow.
The struggles between life and death, rage and love, hope and despair
pass through, therefore, her oil paintings tissue hold by a genuine
vitality, which not much concedes to aesthetical hedonism or to
experimental complacence. In the most inspired works, each element
of the painting remains impressed-excavated on and in the surface
with virile vehemence and with a sharp and wild grace."
Pre, from one-person exhibition catalogue to "Ciovasso"
Gallery , Milan.
immediately catch the eye, the wide works with extent and large
spots, made with a spatula, like the tool, the spatula, with which
they were made…
De Faveri, from one-person exhibition
to "Sargadelos" Gallery, Milan.